This is a song about "Victim of abuse with parents"

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

All of those are dead to me, similar to the children's parents

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

That's why i'm something my parents aren't happy with,

Even though i'm a victim of my father's abuse

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Victim of mine, in come the rhymes

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

What do we say to the parents of students of plaza elementary?

Even though i'm a victim of my father's abuse

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

Your parents wanted to get rid of you with a gift receipt,

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

But there's no truce of abuse cause it's not contextual,